Free Dangerous Spirits by Jordan L. Hawk

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the bed,” Vincent agreed with a sly grin. “And I mean to make you moan, Mr.
Strauss.”
    “Do you, Mr. Night?” Henry challenged, although in truth he
had no doubt Vincent would do exactly that.
    Vincent cupped the back of his head, dragging him in for a
rough kiss, before shoving him back onto the bed. Henry tumbled onto the
surprisingly soft mattress, and Vincent wasted no time straddling him.
    Just the sight of him made Henry’s mouth water. How he’d
attracted the attention of someone like Vincent Night, he still didn’t know.
Vincent’s body was lithe and muscled like a dancer’s, all lean, hard muscle clinging
close to the bone. His long hair framed the strong bones of his face, and thick
lashes accented the dark heat of his eyes. The sheen of sweat from the warm
room made Vincent’s skin look dusted in gold.
    “You’re beautiful,” Henry said as Vincent bent over him. The
silver amulet hung between them, spinning slowly in the light.
    Vincent’s hands splayed over Henry’s chest, shaping the fan
of his ribs, pausing to tweak one nipple, then the other. Henry whimpered, hips
jerking in response, but Vincent’s weight kept him pinned to the bed. “So are
you,” Vincent said.
    Henry’s cheeks warmed. He was all too aware of his own lack
of any particular charms. Still, something about him had caught Vincent’s eye
during those hectic days in Reyhome Castle. What, he couldn’t imagine.
    Vincent’s grin widened. “How I love to see you blush.” He
traced Henry’s lower lip with his thumb. “The way you bite your lip when you’re
busy thinking.”
    He did? Henry hadn’t even been aware of it. He sucked
Vincent’s thumb into his mouth and was rewarded with a low growl of desire.
    Vincent pulled his thumb away and kissed Henry, hard. Henry
moaned into his mouth, then sucked on Vincent’s tongue when it slid past his
lips. Vincent’s hips jerked in response, and a rush of pleasure and pride went
through Henry, to make this man want him so.
    Vincent pulled away, bracing his hands on Henry’s shoulders.
Their cocks rubbed together, slickness from their slits trailing along Henry’s
stomach. “Wrap your hand around us,” Vincent urged, and Henry obeyed.
    Vincent began to move against him, a slow slide of hips. The
friction of their pricks against one another wrung a soft gasp from Henry. He
drowned in sensation, Vincent’s length rutting against his. Henry caught
slickness from the tip of Vincent’s cock, using his thumb to smear it over the
head. Vincent gasped and picked up the pace. The bed creaked beneath them,
faster and faster. Vincent looked utterly wild, his hair disheveled, his eyes
hot with lust.
    “Vincent,” Henry whispered, although in truth he wanted to
scream it at the top of his lungs.
    Vincent seemed to understand; his kiss-swollen lips twisted
into a feral grin. “Yes, Henry,” he crooned. “You’re going to come for me,
aren’t you? Come for me!”
    Henry’s lips parted, and he barely bit back a cry as his
balls tightened. Pleasure shot through him, hard and fast as a lightning
strike. Vincent thrust against him, until the sensation became too acute. Henry
shifted his grip, letting his softening prick fall against his stomach, forming
a tunnel for Vincent’s length with his spend-slicked hands.
    Vincent’s jaw clenched, and his eyes squeezed shut. A
shudder went through him, and with a low groan, he shot into Henry’s grip.
    The tension left his arms, and he half-collapsed against
Henry. “Mmm,” he mumbled, and turned his head for a tender kiss.
    “Good?” Henry asked against his lips, once the kiss ended.
    “The best.” Vincent snuck another kiss. “Stay a little
while? I know you have to leave before morning, but surely…?”
    The longing in his voice tightened a band around Henry’s
throat. “Of course. Here—let’s put down the salt, before we drift off. I
set up Franklin bells outside the hotel, by the way, against the wall. We should
get a